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Nov. 15th, 2012 12:03 pmI'm having another things-go-awry morning. That's three this week, which makes my share of them, I think.
The big things are going right, but oh, so many small things go wrong! I've started fuming in advance, just because it's easier. The problem is that i seem to have a bad case of PMT, so I focus on the collapsing word processing program even though my file is actually rescued and managed to pass by the fact that I checked a book on teaching narrative theory and am well-equipped to teach it. I knew I had the theory, but I had no idea if my approaches fitted anyone else's and yes, I'm fine. Although my adult ed classes tend to get more advanced theory than some undergraduate ones, it appears. I'm not going to teach down: if students are up to thinking then I shall teach at that level. I do suspect, though, that it's about time I taught specialist classes at grad level for some subjects.
Narrative theory is not on the roster for tonight's class. We're going to talk about research techniques and about identifying and describing family cultures. Also about taste and writing it.
Since, overall (when I turn the fuming off) the day has much more good than bad, maybe I could go to bed for a half hour and pretend to start again? Some of this is most definitely the result of my first unasthmatic night's sleep for two weeks, after all. My breathing is still not wonderful, but it's significantly more stable and just enough deeper to make life feel almost normal.
I am totally scatty, though, as you can tell my this blogpost. I have ten things (some large) to finish by Saturday night and I'm not making much progress. I shall have taht rest and then I shall finish with the conference paper and then I'll be allowed a big pot of coffee and can tackle the rest.
The big things are going right, but oh, so many small things go wrong! I've started fuming in advance, just because it's easier. The problem is that i seem to have a bad case of PMT, so I focus on the collapsing word processing program even though my file is actually rescued and managed to pass by the fact that I checked a book on teaching narrative theory and am well-equipped to teach it. I knew I had the theory, but I had no idea if my approaches fitted anyone else's and yes, I'm fine. Although my adult ed classes tend to get more advanced theory than some undergraduate ones, it appears. I'm not going to teach down: if students are up to thinking then I shall teach at that level. I do suspect, though, that it's about time I taught specialist classes at grad level for some subjects.
Narrative theory is not on the roster for tonight's class. We're going to talk about research techniques and about identifying and describing family cultures. Also about taste and writing it.
Since, overall (when I turn the fuming off) the day has much more good than bad, maybe I could go to bed for a half hour and pretend to start again? Some of this is most definitely the result of my first unasthmatic night's sleep for two weeks, after all. My breathing is still not wonderful, but it's significantly more stable and just enough deeper to make life feel almost normal.
I am totally scatty, though, as you can tell my this blogpost. I have ten things (some large) to finish by Saturday night and I'm not making much progress. I shall have taht rest and then I shall finish with the conference paper and then I'll be allowed a big pot of coffee and can tackle the rest.